Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kuwait and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Warsaw,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stetsasonic,
Pantaleimon,
Deepchord,
Matthew Halsall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Carl Craig,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare,
Cameo,
The Misunderstood,
U.S. Maple,
Maleditus Sound,
New York Dolls,
Boz Scaggs,
Livin' Joy,
Johnny Clarke,
Alton Ellis,
The Wake,
Peter & Gordon,
June of 44,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry's Kids,
Thompson Twins,
The Durutti Column,
The Angels of Light,
Pulsallama,
Whodini,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sarah Menescal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Kenny Larkin,
Television,
JFA,
The Associates,
The Human League,
Byron Stingily,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Banda Bassotti,
Negative Approach,
the Slits,
The New Christs,
The Moody Blues,
Oneida,
the Fania All-Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crash Course in Science,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Outsiders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Sheep,
Sällskapet,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.